Lilia's gaze snapped to him in disbelief. She wanted to dismiss his words, to convince herself that he was only messing with her. But the unwavering seriousness in his expression made it difficult.
Then again, Zethan had always been capable of masking his emotions behind an unreadable face.
"Don't be ridiculous. That's not possible," she spoke quietly.
Yet, even as she said it, a strange feeling clawed at her chest.
'Whywashesoserious?'
Zethan's lips twitched into something that wasn't quite a smirk. His dark eyes glinted under the light as he leaned slightly forward.
"Oh, believe me, Lilia, it is possible," he murmured.
A shiver ghosted down her spine at the way he said her name.
Just as she opened her mouth to argue—
Growl.
Her stomach betrayed her.
Lilia's cheeks burned instantly, her eyes widening in mortification. Her head snapped toward Zethan—
His lips curled, a low chuckle escaping as he leaned back against the chair with a knowing glint in his gaze.
